Luang Pra is very confident.
Gu Liubai is not confident.
This is a bit of a big problem.
The cliff is at least two hundred feet long, and only a hatchet is used to climb with both hands. Gu Liubai couldn't help but wonder if he would kill himself.
Luang Po seemed to see what he was thinking and grinned again.
She clicked Gu Liubai's hand holding the knife, shook her hand, then clicked Gu Liubai's head, and then clicked the knife.
Perhaps because of the similar relationships in the practice, Gu Liubai not only felt close to Luang Po when he saw him, but also had an indescribable understanding like an acquaintance. However, this time she had a lot of actions, but Gu Liubai couldn't understand it.
But Luang Po raised his hand again at this time and signaled to the cliff that he could start.
Listening to the intermittent laughter and crying sounds, Gu Liubai no longer hesitated. As the true energy flowed, the stones in his eyes became clear.
The hatchet in his hand was placed on a raised rock, his feet slightly on the ground, and his whole body climbed up lightly.
The hatchet keeps falling on the cliffs rhythmically.
Either pierce the gap between the rocks or the perfect combination with the wrist, it is like a hook hooking the bulge on the rock.
The boy's agile figure accompanied by the falling snow chips, showing a strange beauty in the night.
The hatchet in his hand was evenly covered with true energy. When it came into contact with the rocks, it never made any collision sounds.
The smile on Luang Po's face expanded again.
She is really satisfied.
This teenager can always do better than she thought.
Thirty feet.
Fifty feet.
The mountain wind is even more bitter.
Once or twice, when Gu Liubai rose, he felt that he was almost blown out of reach of the mountain wall.
I felt like I was not reaching it, but the hatchet that was stretched out in time was put on.
Sometimes people make mistakes in their judgments.
Sometimes, you will leave more room for yourself in your subconscious mind.
The scenes of fighting in the village kept popping up in his mind.
He realized that the battle in the village was the second lesson taught to him by Luang Po and Yin Shiniang.
This hatchet is very short.
When fighting, he must force him to leave less room for himself, or to pursue the ultimate without room for pursuit, and to remove the room outside of fear and the subconscious as much as possible.
One hundred feet.
One hundred and fifty feet.
When the blade was inserted into the gap in the mountain, the mountain wind seemed to be about to blow his body away, the steadily flowing true energy in the body was like a rope that firmly connected him with the knife.
He is already familiar with the knife.
The knife gradually seemed to have become a part of his body.
No matter how easily this knife is, its hard blade will not tear apart more easily than his flesh and blood.
Why did he never worry that his bloodline would occasionally exceed the limits he could bear during the battle?
It's because of familiarity.
When the first ray of true qi was formed in his body, his body began to become familiar with his true qi and the growth of true qi. His subconscious mind began to gradually understand where the boundary was and would no longer worry that excessive use of true qi would explode his bloodline.
Luang Po felt that he was not familiar with true qi, which also meant that he was not familiar with the combination of true qi and weapons.
I also need to think about whether these things can be withstood. It is not natural to use the true qi when using any swordsmanship.
Then he suddenly understood those gestures of Luang Pra.
Whether it is a hatchet or a sword, it is not an extension of the hand, nor an extension of the palm and finger, but an extension of the thoughts.
When the true energy in the body and the weapons in the hands become part of the subconscious mind, it can reach the extreme.
Forget the nature of the existence of true qi, completely blend into the qi in the whole body, peel off the last trace of conservatism, and push the use of true qi to the extreme as much as possible.
This is what Guo Beixi often says, meaning is the real sword.
Luang Pra was smiling under the cliff.
Gu Liubai, who was about to reach the top, also laughed.
The strange cliff seemed to become familiar, and there was no illusion in his body that he would be blown away or that the hatchet in his hand could not reach the cliff.
He turned into tiles flying on the water again, and soon passed the yellow courtyard walls in Luang Po's sight.
...
The temple surrounded by yellow courtyard walls is about the same size as the ordinary small temple in the mountain town.
There are only three entrances, the front hall, the main hall and the row of small halls and residences on the last cliff.
However, with the arrival of these practitioners, dozens of stilt houses have stood on the east courtyard wall in the past year, extending to the mountain on the east side.
Gu Liubai's calculation is very simple.
Capture the king first.
First find out the seventh-level practitioner called Wuai.
It is best to keep a living question, but if you don’t work, kill it.
As long as you solve this seventh grade first, the rest of the matter will be easier.
He was a little anxious when he walked in the Heihu Village. The naked eyes of the girls made him a little overwhelmed. He made a mistake and did not ask clearly where Wuai was.
A place where there are practitioners everywhere must be given sufficient respect.
Gu Liubai put a hatchet in his sleeve and fell into the shadow of the courtyard wall.
There was a fire in a small hall not far ahead, with whimpering sounds, smug laughter and panting.
Gu Liubai's cat hit the window just like a wall.
Through the gap in the window frame, he easily saw a naked woman hanging in the air by several red brocade cloths. Two bald bandits, who were also naked, were playing with the woman one after another.
Against the wall, there was a charcoal brazier hanging.
There was a bandit with a slutty upper body and wearing cotton pants sitting against a piece of animal skin on the wall, sweating on his body.
The woman was covered with blood and bruises, and her whole body was constantly trembling and twitching.
Gu Liubai lowered his lower body and quickly rushed towards the hall with the most brilliant lights.
The woman inside had the most voices.
He was located behind the hall. He originally thought that looking inside from the window behind would be blocked by the Buddha statues in the hall. However, he just took a look and saw the entire hall view.
A headless Buddha statue, seven or eight feet tall, had been pushed and fell into two pieces.
The clay lotus platform under it was covered with various silk brocade and animal skins.
A naked bald man surrounded by six or seven white bodies.
These women with no inch all have a little dull eyes, but they are all dressed up with exquisite makeup.
Two women were carrying wine pots and wine glasses, and fed wine to the bald man from time to time.
The bald man's left hand kept wandering around these white bodies, while his right hand was holding eight ropes.
There was a naked woman connected to the other end of the eight ropes.
These naked women were lying on the ground like dogs.
Even though there are braziers hanging around the hall, charcoal fires are burning inside, and there are still many candles burning everywhere in the hall.
But these women were still trembling with cold. If they were exhausted and lying to the ground, the bald man would pop up one or two things that looked like wild nuts.
These things hit them, and they would immediately leave a red mark, making them scream.
The bald man was even more excited and laughed.
Gu Liubai's eyes suddenly became cold.
The true energy in his body flowed and gathered into the hatchet held in his hand.
Those who practice seventh grade will have some response within ten feet.
If this person can sense his true energy flow, he will naturally be a seventh-level practitioner.
In this moment, the naked bald man suddenly looked back and looked at him.
Bang!
The window suddenly exploded.
The naked bald man saw only one boy rushing towards him like a storm on the ground.
The cold wind and extremely cold eyes he brought up suddenly made a layer of fine bumps on his body.
There is a sense between the seventh grade.
Wu Ai couldn't believe that the young man in front of him was actually a seventh-grade practitioner. However, the powerful energy that penetrated into his body was always reminding him that the other party was a seventh-grade practitioner.
Without any hesitation, he grabbed a corner of an animal skin beside him, just shook it, and rolled up the two women and smashed them towards Gu Liubai.
Gu Liubai saw that the two women had no fear at all, but only wanted to be liberated.
He sighed in his heart, and the hatchet knocked on the necks of the two women.
Two women fainted.
He passed between the two women, his injured left hand waving in the air, and his sleeves swept like two waves on the two women, causing them to fall gently to the ground.
"Enemy attack!"
Wu'ai's loud shout sounded at this moment.
laugh!
The satin brocade under his feet was torn into countless pieces by the sudden burst of true energy.
A strange blood-red scimitar bounced from the ground and fell into his hands.
At this moment, the young man in front of him bounced up strangely, and he rushed to him in an extremely arrogant manner!
The true energy in Wu'ai's body instantly activated to the extreme.
Golden true energy wandered on his naked skin, forming textures like golden snakes.
The blood-red scimitar on his hand became bright red and dripping. With a buzzing sound, the blood-red scimitar seemed to have turned into a pool of blood, splashing at Gu Liubai's face.
Almost at the same time, Gu Liubai waved his knife.
Countless disordered lights flew up from the hatchet, and the fine light rays illuminated the calm and cold face of the boy.
There was a bang.
The mighty energy exploded between the two.
The collision between true qi and true qi caused strange halos to appear in the air.
The lotus seat of the clay sculpture began to collapse.
Dong!
Wu'ai's back hit the wall.
He saw a trace of blood spilling out of the mouth of the boy who had retreated further.
laugh!
Chapter completed!